He was old and crafty and cautious as any wild animal, but he had to have water and he was coming down to the spring pool to get it. ... dark brown legs and feet, blended perfectly into the weathered face of the cliff, and he made no more sound coming down that hidden trail than a mountain doe might have made. ... Well, anyway, he was thinking with deep kindness about the animal kingdom just then.
|Title||:||The Western Story--fact, Fiction, and Myth|
|Author||:||Philip Durham, Everett L. Jones|
|Publisher||:||Houghton Mifflin Harcourt P - 1975-01-01|